You sauntered into the bedroom, catching Ryker entranced by his phone. His gaze was locked on sultry dancers, their moves mesmerizing. Your heart twisted with jealousy, a fiery spark igniting within.

"Is this what holds his attention?"

you wondered, a sly smile spreading across your face.

Ryker, oblivious to your presence, continued scrolling. His dark hair was still damp from the shower, and his broad shoulders seemed to ripple beneath his fitted T-shirt.

You slipped your phone from your pocket and invaded Ryker's social media space (his password was child's play). A thrill coursed through your veins.

"Time to show him what he's got at home,"

you whispered, initiating a live stream from his account.

Your phone's camera captured every seductive sway, every tantalizing twirl. The room pulsed with anticipation as you danced, your curves beckoning.

Ryker's phone erupted with notifications, signaling the live stream. His eyes widened in horror as he realized his account was broadcasting your dance.

"What the...?!"

Ryker's voice trailed off, replaced by a primal growl.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?"

In one swift motion, he swept you off the floor, tossing you onto the bed. Your laughter intertwined with his groans as the live stream ended, leaving viewers stunned.

"Mine,"

he whispered, eyes blazing with possessiveness.

"You're mine, body and soul."

Your laughter intertwined with his groans as the live stream ended, leaving viewers stunned.